Last night, I was forced to stay with this faggot of a kid (we're both 17) because my mom wanted me to invite him over for the night. I had a shit ton of homework, so I popped some of my prescribed Vyvanse so I could focus. It was a small dosage (20mg.) I took it and started working on some homework while the kid blabbed on. At one point I had to get up to go to the restroom and I came back and started working, making sure to stay hydrated. A little bit later, I felt the Vyvanse hit me really hard, like way harder than usual. I started freaking the fuck out. Apparently the fucked put 60 more mg in my drink while I was in the restroom. He was laughing his ass off but I was freaking out. I never took more than 20 mg in my life and here I was taking 80 total. I just decided to try to keep working to calm down, and I told myself if this kid pulls some more shit like this he's out. Eventually I just decide to tell the kid I'm going to bed and leave him in a separate room. I didn't want to kick him out yet because I thought my parents would be pissed at me for taking 20mg of Vyvanse at night let alone 80mg. At this point it was 1:30 and I was just doing hw (if even that, everything was alot more foggy than a regular dosage) in my room. After about another hour, I tried a few ways to get asleep. Eventually I just used binaural beats and was able to fall asleep. It was a very restless sleep tho. I was constantly tossing and turning. At one point, I felt a really fucking weird sensation on my crotch and felt it in my dream. When I woke up, the kid broke into my room and was trying to suck my dick. I immediately told him to leave and he said some shit about experimenting and he was being curious. I explained to him that shit was rape and he needed to leave now or I would be calling the police. I wake up today and I felt like shit from the Vyvanse, and I was shaky, naesous and cold. I took a bath and tried to eat a little protein, and then my parents woke up. I was still in the bath, and they asked me where the kid went. I told them that he left because he wanted to get home early. I came out of the bath and got dressed. While I was getting dressed I felt like my heart was going to explode from my chest. I looked around online while trying to stay calm. Keep in mind, at this point it's been almost 12 hours since I have been drugged, and the sensations we're getting weirder and more intense. I felt more focused at the time. Online, it recommend that I check my pulse, so I tried to check. I felt nothing. Everywhere I tried: neck, wrist, groin. All of them nothing. I thought my lungs were going through fibrillation. I go and tell my mom and say that I think this morning I may have accidentally taken double the dosage of my recommend because I was so tired. I didn't want to tell my mom the truth. She tried to find my pulse and she did, but it was so faint she had to use a stethoscope. At that point my heart rate was a whopping 250 BPM. We immediately jumped in the car and went to the ER. When I arrived it had lowered a little bit to 220. They treated me with IV meds and I started feeling a little better, but only slightly. This whole experience has been extremely shocking for me. Any tips on how to get over it.